Barks and Shrubs

Standing tall and proud,
leafless no less, alone and still, naked
branches moving left to right, hovering 
and dancing with its wind dropping 
its flakey layers below too dry in the dampness of grounds.

Spinning shadows of the moon 
bounce off petals of shrubs that 
hug and hang from the body and arm that 
holds its hats of a simple tree, 
light as a feather, bunched up like bushes, 
these shrubs hold those of one tree.